The Path Through the Grass

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There’s a path through the grass,

from my house to yours.

It wasn’t there before.

Then, little ones’ feet toddled across.

My bare feet snuck over for a quiet cup of coffee on the porch.

Your sandaled feet came over to borrow a cup of milk.

Our sneakered feet met for an early morning walk.

Your heels raced to pick up your little girls after work.

Our children’s grown feet ran across, kicking a soccer ball, riding a bike.

My slippered feet padded over to a girls’ movie night.

There’s a path through the grass,

from my house to yours.

It wasn’t there before.

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